(Teenager Version)

You sit leaning against a tree and watch Diego practicing with his knives.

Because you trust each other so much, he throws the knives into the tree, sometimes over you, sometimes next to you, he concentrates so hard that you don't worry about a knife hitting you.

Diego is a really good friend of yours, maybe even your best friend, and you would kill for each other.

But suddenly his phone vibrates next to you, you pick it up and want to raise it to him. But at the same moment he throws a knife that grazes your arm and gives you a deep cut.

It starts to bleed shortly afterwards, you feel the blood slowly running down your arm. You are a little shocked and look at him as you exhale deeply.

Diego stares there, frozen, standing there as if rooted to the spot, his gaze on you. But suddenly he drops the rest of his knives, walks quickly over to you and looks at your arm.

He takes his phone and throws it carefully on the floor, you have his full attention.

"A bandage should be enough, but we might have to stitch it... Oh fuck, I'm sorry." he says as he wipes away the blood that has run down with his t-shirt.